Windy City Pussy

Hey everyone,

It’s Justin, and I just got into Chicago. I love this city, but boy do I hate O’Hare Airport. Well, maybe I’m a bit biased at the moment due to an especially cute flight attendant completely blew me off when I approached her while waiting for my bags. Cie La Vie. Yeah, I only write about my successes on this blog, but you can be sure that behind each conquest is a significant number of brutal rejections. Unless you’re a movie or rock star, this goes with the territory. In reality, chasing pussy is purely a numbers game. The more shots you take translates to the more times you score. Wayne Gretzky’s quote that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take is uniquely applicable when it comes to getting laid.

So I’m meeting up with an old friend from college and a few of his buddies to begin my gluttonous foray into deep dish pizza and juicy Italian beef — along, of course, with a few juicy dishes of a different variety. In reality, Chicago is a great city for hooking up, and the chicks are much more down to earth than most of what I encounter on the West Coast. I got the “Fantastic Suite” here at the W downtown — hopefully it will serve as a den of ill repute during my stay here over the next few days. Well I’m heading out now — I’ll give everyone an update as the action unfolds.

Justin

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